He was looking straight ahead, surrounded by emptiness and never ending gloom. He felt a strange squeeze and a consuming ache coming from his head to the rest of his body. Scarlet shot eyes were observing him with concentration.

The Sharingan.

Chakra filled with the intention to avenge, to kill, to massacre… Without doubt they didn’t belong to Itachi. It had to be that whelp… Uchiha Sasuke.

Everything disappeared.  Than he felt warmth and could smell a familiar scent . He couldn’t remember where he knew it from. To what or whom it belonged…

“Incense” came through his head. But why? He hadn’t contacted him since the time he had fallen in Konoha. “Hidan…” he felt empy. It was true they really didn’t like each other. To him he was just a kid with a pathetic view on art. “Everyone has its own opinion I guess…”

It could have been like this. For him art was a way to fight. Explosions were everything. All that mattered to Hidan were faith, religion and Jashin… He wanted to hit himself. What’s with all these reflexions? Why was he thinking about Hidan at all?! He’s been long gone from the Akatsuki, but… he still felt his presence.

“Everyone has their goals, kid” he heard Hidan's voice from somewhere far away.

Nonsense…

He felt hands on his body. A shiver went up his spine, the smell of incense was stronger now.

“Deidei” there was no mistake, the voice belonged to Hidan.

He turned around and saw the person he expected, and in the bottom of his heart wanted to see. He was looking into his eyes , deep in thoughts,  going deeper in their intense hue, drowning but at the same time feeling safe in Hidans’ embrace – strong but at the same time delicate.

Millions of thoughts were running through his head, words he wanted to say, things he wanted to do… He felt helpless, weak… But all of it was gone when he looked up at Hidan….

All he felt now were warmth and a fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He realized, looking at the other males’ face, that he had never seen him so entranced by another human being, especially him.

“Poor Dei… this is our goodbye”  he said while locking his slender fingers in Deidaras’ golden locks.

Goodbye? He didn’t understand.

“What are you…” he didn’t finish.  Hidan had placed a kiss on his lips.

Deidara felt a pleasant feeling. It came from Hidan and it was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

“There will come a day when we’ll be together… After all of this…” he hugged the blonde harder and kissed his forehead.

“Goodbye Deidara. See you in next life” Hidan disappeared in the air.

A tear has fallen.

The enormous explosion ended everything. Had Hidans words any sense? Will Deidaras sacrifice have any recoupment..? The thing he always wanted…

His body ripped apart by the explosion, the last thing he felt was the smell of incense.